inspired?maybe not...

You know it’s those nights wheree nothings special, you just listen to the air, as still as it may be, and know you’re in the right place, that’s right here beside us each. You hear a song in your head, or maybe it’s for real; that describes the moment perfectly, and ever so clear. Then you hear the song with the memory, and it makes you want to smile. You’ve got nothing to lose, so why not? It sends you on a journey and you contemplate what life means. There’s nothing simpler, nothing sweeter than you and me just be. The blatant ordinary that doesn’t scream in your face, it’s just there, waiting to be noticed, and when you do it tastes so sweet. It’s the interruption on the homemade DVD that recorded your lives as they slowly slipped by. Smiles as you go, until you see the meaning then you mean it. It’s a song, it’s your soul, it’s the simple thing to be. Not everything has to be perfectly edited with all the background sounds. It’s perfection the way it is, acoustic and imperfect. “[You’re] so cute! But I hate you! Why did you leave me?! He lefted me.” To say it simply, could sum up it all. The average ordinary life, of each, of one and all.

You know it’s those nights wheree nothings special, you just listen to the air, as still as it may be, and know you’re in the right place, that’s right here beside us each. You hear a song in your head, or maybe it’s for real; that describes the moment perfectly, and ever so clear. Then you hear the song with the memory, and it makes you want to smile. You’ve got nothing to lose, so why not? It sends you on a journey and you contemplate what life means. There’s nothing simpler, nothing sweeter than you and me just be. The blatant ordinary that doesn’t scream in your face, it’s just there, waiting to be noticed, and when you do it tastes so sweet. It’s the interruption on the homemade DVD that recorded your lives as they slowly slipped by. Smiles as you go, until you see the meaning then you mean it. It’s a song, it’s your soul, it’s the simple thing to be. Not everything has to be perfectly edited with all the background sounds. It’s perfection the way it is, acoustic and imperfect. “[You’re] so cute! But I hate you! Why did you leave me?! He lefted me.” To say it simply, could sum up it all. The average ordinary life, of each, of one and all.

…I’m thoroughly upset. Tumblr has been blocked on school laptops so now I’ll have to post stuff from my phone (which by the way is really annoying).

adventures-of-the-blackgang:

CANOE RIDE Giclee print by Ryan Fowler (etsy)

• Native Vermont Studio (home)

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dearprettythings:

rosewong:nebulafire

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well wild thing, i think i loooove you
BUT I WANNA KNOW for sure
come on and sssock it to me one more time again
oh shucks i love ya

micasaessucasa:

17_Maya_Ubud_Bali_River_Cafe03 « KARMATRENDZ

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micasaessucasa:

HAUS by Alexander Lotersztain » CONTEMPORIST

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eltotsy:

Survival Kit

my fish, Squishy, who looked something like this fish (it’s not really him) died today of unknown causes, so, as Emperor of all Labyrinths, I officially declare today, October 28, to be Squishy Fish Day, in honor of my dead pet. signed, approved, reinforced, laughed at, mocked, supported, etc. by her emperialness emperor ******** etc. etc.